Karen Gillan shoved me against the hotel door the second it clicked shut. Her green eyes locked on mine, that fiery red hair wild around her shoulders. "Don't talk. Just fuck me," she said, voice low and rough. She yanked her tight black dress up over her hips, no panties underneath, and spread her legs. Her pussy was already wet, pink lips glistening. I dropped to my knees and buried my face in it, tongue driving straight into her cunt. She tasted sharp and sweet, and she ground down on my mouth, fingers twisting in my hair.
"Lick that clit harder, you fucker," she growled, hips bucking. I sucked her swollen nub between my teeth and she came fast, thighs clamping my head, juices coating my chin.
She pulled me up and ripped open my jeans. My cock sprang out hard and thick. Karen wrapped her hand around it, stroking rough and fast. "Big dick for a fanboy," she muttered, then dropped and swallowed me to the root. Her throat squeezed tight as she bobbed, spit dripping down my balls. She gagged once, pulled off, and spat on the head before sucking again, eyes watering but never breaking contact. I fucked her face, hips snapping, balls slapping her chin. She moaned around the shaft like she loved choking on it.
We moved to the bed. Karen climbed on all fours, ass up, and looked back. "Pound this pussy. Don't hold back." I slammed into her from behind in one thrust. She was tight and hot, gripping me like a fist. I grabbed her hips and drove deep, skin slapping loud. Her red hair bounced with every thrust. "Harder, fuck me like a slut," she demanded. I did, pounding so the bed creaked, her cunt squelching wet around my cock. She reached back and rubbed her clit, coming again with a sharp cry, walls pulsing.
I flipped her onto her back, legs over my shoulders, and kept railing her. Her tits bounced, nipples hard. Karen clawed my back, biting her lip. "Fill me up. Shoot that load in my cunt." I hammered faster, balls tight, then exploded deep inside her, pulse after pulse of thick cum flooding her. She milked every drop, grinding down on me.
We didn't stop. She sucked me hard again, tasting our mixed mess, then rode me reverse, ass cheeks spread, my cock disappearing into her dripping hole. "Watch it stretch me," she said, voice filthy. Later she bent over the desk while I took her ass, slow at first then pounding, her fingers working her clit until she squirted. By morning she was covered in sweat and cum, legs shaky, but smiling that wicked grin. "Same time next week," she said, pulling on her dress without cleaning up.
